Neverwinter Forest What I do for afters

PP intro discussed! Somewhat backdated.

The howl was a much needed positive -- @Caerus! His son wasn't gone. He was home. Safe. One returned was a small sliver of hope. Hope that the others were with him, maybe behind him. He dropped what he was doing, galloping towards the source.

But the man who ran to answer was half a shadow of the one he was. Sure, it was Mal, but he was scruffy, unkempt, and probably a few pounds lighter than his normal weight. The world rested on his shoulders, and though he was joyous, it was behind a tired, sorrowful veil. He bounded towards his son, to tackle him -- sort of -- and just generally be happy he was back, and from the lack of scent of blood or obvious wounds, he was in one piece. Caerus! Relief.